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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.