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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 F. McDonald to the disco 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.