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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lungfish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.