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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 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 The Gories to the grunge 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.