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 Belize and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.