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 Armenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.