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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.