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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.