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 Romania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.