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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Index,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
The Residents,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.