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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 marimba 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.