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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.