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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.