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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.