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 Sweden and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cure to the crunk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.