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 Kenya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.