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 France and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tears for Fears to the rap 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.