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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.