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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the grunge 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.