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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Clear Light to the electroclash 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Index,
Lower 48,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.