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 Palau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.