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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.