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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.