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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.