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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.