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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the rap 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.