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 Ukraine and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Q65,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.