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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.