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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.