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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.