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 Bulgaria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Pussy Galore to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.