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 Sudan and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 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 The Cure to the funk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.