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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.