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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
X-101,
The Names,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.