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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Magma,
New Order,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.