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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.