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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ituana to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
MC5,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.