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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Hardrive to the electroclash 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
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.