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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.