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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
the Association,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.