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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Spoonie Gee 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Visage,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.