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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 John Holt to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.