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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Malaria! to the crunk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Interpol,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.