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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.