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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Crime,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.