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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.