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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.