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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Busters to the jazz 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.