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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.