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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Television,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.