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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.