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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tres Demented 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Unwound,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Magma,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.