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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.