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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.