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 Finland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the disco 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.