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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.