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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.