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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.