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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.