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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the grunge 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
the Association,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.