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 China and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.