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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
UT,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.