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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.