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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat to the rock 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.