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 Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.