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 Sri Lanka 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Oneida,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.