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 St Lucia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.