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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 clarinet 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 Pantaleimon to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.