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 Albania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.