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 Suriname and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.