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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.