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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
The Fall,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.