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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the disco 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.