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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Birthday Party to the funk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Gong,
PIL,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.