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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
UT,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.