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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
MC5,
The Associates,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.