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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Swans to the rock 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.