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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Fear,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.