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 Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Nils Olav to the crunk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.