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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Gerry Rafferty 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.