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 Germany and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Brick,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.