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 Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.