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 the UAE and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.