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 Latvia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dave Gahan to the dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.