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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Rakim to the techno 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.