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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.