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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.