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 France and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
MDC,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.