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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
cv313,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Can,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.