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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.