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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Standells to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.