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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.