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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.