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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Remains to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.