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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.