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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 The Cramps to the jazz 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.