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 China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.