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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 the Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.