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 Turkey and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Robert Hood to the crunk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.