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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.