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 Eritrea 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.