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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.