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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.