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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.