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 Tajikistan 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.