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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 theremin 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.