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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
The Wake,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.