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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moleskins to the disco 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.