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 Austria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 American Breed to the grunge 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.