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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Pagans to the rock 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Interpol,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.