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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.