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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.