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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 the Soft Cell to the techno 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.