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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Gories to the dance 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.