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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Leaves 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Wings,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.