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 Niger and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.