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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.