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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Nas,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.