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 Australia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.