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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.