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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.