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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.