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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Grey Daturas to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.