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 India and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Ronan to the crunk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Flipper,
UT,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.