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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gladiators to the techno 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.