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 Mexico and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s 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 Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Television,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.