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 Denmark and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.