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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.