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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 The Fugs to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.