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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.