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 Oman and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.