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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.