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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.