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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 The Music Machine to the grime 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Magma,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.