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 Samoa 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Can,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.