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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 the Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.