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 Oman and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
CMW,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
cv313,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.