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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.