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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Standells to the electroclash 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.