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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Smog,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Suicide,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.