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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 The Sound to the dance 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.