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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the jazz 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.