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 Bahamas 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Joey Negro to the grime 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Nico,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.