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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 marimba 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 The Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.