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 Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.