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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.