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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Nico,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.