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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Nas,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Drexciya,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.