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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.