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 Palau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Wire,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.