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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.