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 Benin and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.