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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Aswad,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.