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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 The Seeds to the electroclash 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.