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 Seychelles and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.