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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.