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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 The Motions to the dance 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys 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?
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
UT,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.