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 Mali and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.