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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.