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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.