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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders 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?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.