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 Canada and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 John Foxx to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Index,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.