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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.