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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.