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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.