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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.