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 Libya 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.