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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.