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 Poland 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 chamberlin 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.