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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.