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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the punk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Franke,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.