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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.