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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.