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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
X-102,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.