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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.