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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.