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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.