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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.