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 Argentina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Television,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.