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 Moldova and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.