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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.