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 Estonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.