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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.