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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the rock 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
The Busters,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.