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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.