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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.