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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Wire,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.