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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Franke,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.