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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers to the disco 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.