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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Qualms to the grime 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.