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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Can,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.