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 Brunei and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 PIL to the punk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.