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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.