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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.