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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
the Association,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.