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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.