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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.