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 Oman and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Unwound,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.