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 Germany and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.