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 Turkey and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.