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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Music Machine to the techno 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Fear,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.