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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Althea and Donna to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.