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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 The Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
UT,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.