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 San Marino and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 The Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.