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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.