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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Television to the rock 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Echospace,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.