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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.