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 Israel and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Echospace,
Roxette,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.