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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Inner City,
X-101,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
The Move,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.