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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the disco 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.