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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the funk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.