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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Vainqueur to the grunge 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.