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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.