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 Australia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.