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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.