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 Portugal 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.