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 Mali 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the crunk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.