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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.