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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.