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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.