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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 harpsichord 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
UT,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.