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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.