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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Faust,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.