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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.