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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.