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 Thailand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.