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 Yemen and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.