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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.