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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Yaz,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Franke,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.