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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Nas,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.