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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.