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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Magma,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.