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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
New Order,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Can,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.