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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 harpsichord 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.