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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Easy Going to the grime 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.