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 Greece and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.