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 Spain and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.