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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.