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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Franke,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
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.