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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tres Demented to the disco 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.