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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nirvana to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.