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 Yemen and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eve St. Jones 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.