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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Dirtbombs to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.