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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Wings,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
The Martian,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.