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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 The Cowsills to the punk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.