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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.