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 Uruguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.