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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 harpsichord 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 Archie Shepp to the rap 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.