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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.