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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
John Holt,
Wings,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.