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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Television,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.