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 East Timor and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Audionom,
Slave,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Neu!,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.