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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.