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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.