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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Make Up to the disco 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.