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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.