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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.