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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Pole,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
ABC,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.