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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fuzztones to the rap 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.