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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.