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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.