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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo 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?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.