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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Monks,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.