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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Yellowson to the jazz 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Nico,
The Wake,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.