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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 güiro 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 Darondo to the funk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Ronan,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.