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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The Busters to the techno 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.