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 Vietnam and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.