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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.