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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.