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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Hoover,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.