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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kayak to the techno 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Pylon,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.