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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.