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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the crunk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.