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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.