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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.