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 Mali and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.