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 Cuba and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.