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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Wings,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.