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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Tremeloes to the punk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica 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?
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.