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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.