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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Black Flag to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.