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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.