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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.