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 Monaco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.