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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
The Remains,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
UT,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.