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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.