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 Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.