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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.