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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.