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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.