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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.