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 Uganda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.