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 Angola and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.