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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Mark Hollis to the funk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.