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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Harry Pussy to the dance 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Gong,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
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.