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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Howard Jones to the grunge 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Motorama,
AZ,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.