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 Malawi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Suburban Knight 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.