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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Public Enemy to the crunk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.