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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.