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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.