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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.