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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.