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 Angola and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.