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 Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 harpsichord 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 Connie Case 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Section 25,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Ten City,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.