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 Kyrgyzstan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Faust,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.