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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.