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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock 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?
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
MDC,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.