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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.