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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.