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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 harpsichord 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.