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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Red Krayola to the funk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.