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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne 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?
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.