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 Guyana 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.