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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Brick,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.