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 Niger and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.