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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.