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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.