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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 June Days to the punk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.