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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 guitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.