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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.