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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Monolake,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.