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 Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Clark Five to the grunge 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.