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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 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 AZ to the rap 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Monks,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.