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 Niger and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Sonics to the dance 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.