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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
UT,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.