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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.