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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Buzzcocks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.