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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 mellotron 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.