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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 guitar 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day 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?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
June Days,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.