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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.