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 Chile and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.