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 Ireland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June Days to the grime 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.