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 Congo and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the rock 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Crime,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.