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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.