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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav 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?
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.