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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.