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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.