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 Mali and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Visage,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Franke,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.