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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.