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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.