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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fall to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.