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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.