Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Smog,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.