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 Italy and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Whodini to the funk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.