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-Bissau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.