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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
The Associates,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.