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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.