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 Senegal and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.