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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.