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 Austria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.