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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Roxette,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.