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 Lesotho and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Rapeman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Ituana,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.