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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.