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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tim Buckley to the techno 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.