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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.