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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.