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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.