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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.