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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.