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 Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Drexciya to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins 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?
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.