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 Romania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.