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 Japan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.