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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.