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 Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Doobie Brothers to the techno 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.