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 Argentina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.