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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.