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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.