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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 The Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.