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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.