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 Moldova and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Nils Olav to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Magma,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Index,
The Associates,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.