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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Gong,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.