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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the rock 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Index,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.