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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.