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 Gambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.