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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.