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 Argentina 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.