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 Chad and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.