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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
the Association,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.