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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.