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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 MC5 to the funk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.