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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.