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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 the Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.