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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the rock 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Wire,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.