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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.