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 Estonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 John Cale to the funk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Franke,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.