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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Wings,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.