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 Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.