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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Patti Smith to the rock 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.