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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the jazz 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.