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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.