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 Jamaica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Yazoo to the grime 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.