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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 Derrick Morgan to the dance 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.