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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the grunge 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.