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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Fear,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.