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 Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.