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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.