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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Max Romeo to the techno 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.