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 Mali and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.