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 Botswana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
The Slits,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.