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 Ghana and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deepchord to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.