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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
UT,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.