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 Ukraine and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
DNA,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.