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 Albania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Nas,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.