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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.