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 China and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.