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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.