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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Moleskins to the punk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.