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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 John Lydon to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.