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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
ABC,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.