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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Neu!,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.