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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.