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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.