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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 theremin 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
The Move,
Urselle,
X-101,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.