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 Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Madrid and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.