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 Netherlands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.