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 Serbia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.