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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Saints to the crunk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.