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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Fear to the crunk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.