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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the disco 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
UT,
OOIOO,
Swans,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.