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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.