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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.