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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.