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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Surgeon to the jazz 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.