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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Essential Logic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.