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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.