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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Smoke,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.