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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.