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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.