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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 sitar 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 Residents to the techno 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.