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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.