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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.