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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
MC5,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.