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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.