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 Turkmenistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.