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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Scientists,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Nas,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.