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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Faust to the disco 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.