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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.