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 Singapore and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.