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 France and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the rap 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.