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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.