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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.