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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Tim Buckley to the punk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.