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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.