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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 PIL to the disco 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.