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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.