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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.