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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.