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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans 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?
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.