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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Can,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.