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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.