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 Iraq and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.