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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 The Move to the jazz 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.