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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.