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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Visage,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.