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 Korea South and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 oboe 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 In Retrospect to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.