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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Stooges 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.