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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Silicon Teens to the funk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.