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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.