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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Pantytec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.