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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Delhi and Lyon.
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 sitar 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 Public Enemy to the rock 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.