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 Tuvalu 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 theremin 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 Lindisfarne to the rock 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.