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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.