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 Ireland 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.