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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Invisible to the techno 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.