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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.