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 Luxembourg 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Monks,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.