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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.