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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.