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 Chile and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale 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?
The Standells,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Swans,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.