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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.