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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Index,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.