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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.