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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.