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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.