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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.