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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson 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?
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.