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 Albania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Nas,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.