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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.