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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.