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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Lyon and Madrid.
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 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 The Moody Blues to the dance 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.