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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.