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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the disco 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.