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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.