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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
10cc,
The Names,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.