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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.