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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.