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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.