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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.