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 Congo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Gladiators 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.