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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.