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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
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.