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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk 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 Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.