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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the punk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.