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 Honduras and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 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 Joy Division to the disco 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.