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 Japan 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.