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 Estonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Sällskapet to the grunge 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.