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 Germany and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Outsiders to the rock 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.