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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.