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 France and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.