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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.