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 Finland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Slave,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.