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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.