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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.