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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.