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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.