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 Portugal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Cluster 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.