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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Technova,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.