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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.