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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 The Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.