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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Organ,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
The Gories,
Niagra,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.