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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Gong,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.