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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.